The Strategic Nuclear Moose! - 2/5/12

Welcome Fallout lovers to the one and only Strategic Nuclear Moose! The Nukapedian cantina that doesn't discriminate, whether you be ghoul, super mutant, or our deities, the brahmin overlords! So huddle around, grab a slightly radioactive beer, and tell of your wasteland tales!

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Huddle around the campfire

Are you the type of wastelander that's been living under a rock in fear of being eaten alive by radroaches and molerats? Looking for a place to catch up on what's going on in the wasteland around you? Or maybe you're just looking for a little company that actually has skin and functional bowels? If so, grab a chair or wench and join us around the campfire! Just be warned, you never know what you might find and hear in this bootlegging sanctuary of ours.

Pet radroach not really doing anything aside from trying to eat you and your friends? Put it to work!

Are you a complete pus... pacifist? Do you not understand why raiders won't stop shooting you even when you're trying to hug them? This might interest you.

Gun and armour just aren't protecting you from the dangers of the wastes? Hideout constantly being raided by Vault dwellers and Couriers? Then let's take a trip down to the basement and see about finding you what you need. [1][2][3]

Meet the patrons

Marcus

The father of Wasteland philosophy

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Ask Marcus

”— Answer to all your problems

Ask Marcus constitutes a philosophical answer concerning all of life's unanswerable questions. Questions such as where do we come from? What are we? And where are we going? Questions without a proper answer can all be replied with two simple words - Ask Marcus.

Pilgrim

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So yeah, we're basically waiting on someone to die...

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Making a living off the wastes of New Aegre is a difficult proposition for anyone; luckily, Pilgrim isn't just anyone. Join him, his surrogate father El, and his adopted brother Leo, as they traverse the wastes in pursuit of happiness, home, and cold hard cash.

Father Fate

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You think doing this is easy? Well then, come up here. No, go on, you seem to be sure you can do it better!

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Deciding all that has happened, is happening, and ever will happen, is a laborious and unpleasant task. For the first time in humanity's history, one man's fate will be decided by others; well before his time. Follow the tale of the Hunter and his companions in Texas, 2301, and give the unresting diety of Fate some well earned time off. I mean, how hard can determining one man's actions be? Couldn't hurt to find out...